Sinner
you seem to reside in your own eye forbid you ever die you always win the guy but now and then your cry from all who seem to pry and leave you to decide just how to describe yet another lie so you continue to dive deeper into crime that builds up in time making you look dry till slowly your rise with the others of your tribe to a place you'll all be fried and never to retire from the torture of fire
Zinth Vien · Sun Nov 07, 2010 @ 06:40am · 0 Comments |